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7/25/2013 6:02:18 AM

Lynn Dolly
Posts: 133

So many thoughts in my head right now
Trying to make sense of it, but how?
It's crazy to me how life is connected
What I do here,
Some girl in China probably effected
In an age where we value money over health
It's amazing some live long enough to enjoy wealth

Clothing, real food and equal rights
They should grow from the ground
Bait politics with dollar bills
NOW it's time to fight

They want water,
They want gas,
They want land,
They want anything with mass

What once was free
They'll treat from disease
After it's been processed and whatever else
Then we'll feel it's worth working for
Somehow we waved our freedom out the door

The importance of education before raising kids
They tell couples they should wait until marriage
You'll do it whether you're married or not,
Who are they trying to kid?
This is why the single mother needs to work long hours
What happens to her kid is beyond her power
She trusts someone to help
Truth is,
Hard to trust anyone but yourself
Once that kid is in hand
The dirt that always ran through your hand
Is no longer your land
It's about those 10 fingers and toes
You gotta swallow all you life's woes
So they can grow up to make you proud.
Improve the world best way they know how

For that child
When you go shop
Is this a place you want them to obtain a job?
Where a shirt with the stores name?
Or would you feel bad for them, alittle shame
Then put that dollar away
Walk the extra block or two
Skip the extra day at the cafe
And give it to the ones that would bendover backward
Where you spend you money
You gotta think about all the factors
If you don't want to take the time
That's your choice,
It's fine
If you want to complaint
Just talk in someone else' ear,
Not mine.

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